that rotten g-word

Is what a trashy Marcia Willet novel called it, and an equally trashy Sophie Kinsella one as well. What tosh, I thought.

Apparently not. It's a debilitating thing, guilt. Keeps alive the past, shuts out the future, clouds the present. And the only way to obliterate it is to either let go, or rearrange the past.

Oh well.

Exams

And if you still cannot understand
That precious is studying beforehand,
A price so great you'll have to pay -
You'll look like a zombie on a decaying day.

if you find it, share it with the rest of us*

So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

What of eternity then, and permanence,
Of happiness and a bliss in every action?

*Grant Lee Buffalo: Happiness
(from Mighty Joe Moon)